I'm about ready to start labeling the tupperware in the refrigerator with verboten signs.
Label all of your tupperware with your name. Then put a sign on the fridge saying,
"One
of my tupperware containers has ExLax mixed in with the food. I'm not saying which."
You probably don't even need to add the ExLax...
While I appreciate the fact that apparently my cooking is nom-nom-nom-tastic, I'm having weird flashbacks to when I was still living with my parents and my mom and I would hide food from my dad, because otherwise he'd hoover it up in the middle of the night and ruin our meal plans.
I have to say that is why I was attracted to theatre- the sort of religion to it. But I am not gay. I think it just may explain (partially) why people outside the social norm are attracted to theatre-- although I think a bigger reason is that theatre for young people is very welcoming. Theatre for adults can tend to be really gossipy/backbitey in my experience, though.
My family is full of clergy, teachers, and performers.
I think its a lot of the same impulses and abilities expressed in different ways.
Am I weird for keeping a running mental inventory of the contents of my refrigerator and pantry?
Or, actually -- I guess I think a lot in terms of lists and inventory, and this is why I get irritated when people consume or move something I expect to be there.
Not an earth-shattering-kaboom level of irritation, but it's definitely, "Dude, you're fucking with my flow!"
shrift, is your roommate a friend of yours? Or just someone you live with because you needed a roommate?
My roommate is a friend. I don't know that I could afford to live alone on my current salary, although eventually I probably will get a place of my own because I have these control freak issues, you see.
The world's most disturbing children's book?
Um... huh.
I wonder if the book is only intended for children who have or may have been molested?
I don't think it's control-freaky to expect your food to be in the fridge when you come back for it, really. I'm surprised by the idea of houseguests randomly eating whatever they find -- especially if they are houseguests of only one resident of the apartment.